Down and Out
I’ve decided that York drains people’s souls until there’s nothing left. I’ve felt like absolute shit ever since I arrived here, but I’m not sick. It’s just this funk I get in whenever I’m here, and it only happens in York. If I leave, even if its just to go to Kyle’s in Harrisburg, my mood improves drastically. But then on the way home the funk sinks back in. I really like this place, but it seems to be draining every last bit of happiness out of me.
This is about 1/2 of my current To Do list, and no matter how hard I try I just seem to have absolutely no motivation to get any of the things on it done. It upsets me because I know if I don’t start doing some of them I’m going to end up scrambling around last-minute, but right now I just cannot for the life of me make myself care.
Right now I’m watching Bridget Jones’ Diary: the Edge of Reason to try and cheer myself up. I think I’m going to do something tomorrow after class just to jump start my migration back to Happy Whitters Land. Hopefully it works.
I know what you mean about that kind of feeling – some places are like that for me too. It’s so weird. Maybe it’s a change in the air?
Good luck with your list! I know I’ve got a million and one things to do that I keep putting off.
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